“Not knowing when the Dawn will come,
I open every Door”-Emily Dickinson
by Carmen H Gray
Have I ever told you
That your curls are currents of cordial light?
Or that your eyes are the stars themselves captured
From an abundantly dark sky night?
Your smile has sent a comforting diversion
To many a friend in need
The sweetest bow shaped lips give way
To processions to yet proceed
And still, the greatest allure lies
Beyond these fair favors
Gifted to you by heaven itself
Beautiful you, creations and creators